The Reeducation of Evelyn - Pt. 01

PROLOGUE

When Map Gayze was named the head of the "Department of ReEducation" no one was surprised. By that point the public's capacity for surprise had been used up.

The intensity and effectiveness of second administration of the President was surprising to everyone. Some saw it as the dawn of a new period of American excellence the rest learned to be quiet.

But the reality was that the second term of the President was just the backdrop for a strange new adventure in human civilization. After a millennia of preeminence the human was no longer the superior species. AI was the big dog now.

In just a few years, hundreds of thousands of not just jobs but Job Categories were erased.

The humans who had spent lifetimes developing expertise as well as the soft skills to efficiently do jobs were fired. Jobs erased from the rolls of human endeavor.

Human work products were replaced with lying fire hoses of half completed outlines, bizarre mistakes and bullshit that worked one third as well as the human it replaced but replaced them with millions of instances.

Everything became confusing and loud, there was never the finality of speaking to a human who was in charge and knew what they were doing, those people stopped being a thing.

As middle class jobs blipped away the idea of accumulating wealth through merit and intelligence became as arcane sounding as getting into heaven by being a good person. We saw our futures evaporate, there was nothing for us.

After the Department of Education was erased Public schools were closed and replaced with charter schools, religious schools and the most popular solution: AI home schooling.

The next generation was done, raised by AI they were in sync with its hallucinations, amused by its endless iterations of content, they were basically the fleshy extensions of myriad AI that they were exposed to, just way dumber.

The next generation was like parrots compared to AI. Able to speak a few derivative words of something they couldn't ever comprehend, they repeated some sounds they heard and ate their seed, preened their feathers.

That left us, the young generation who grew up in a world without AI. We still had the idea that in life you would work and build success. Our generation quickly went mad at this overnight change of circumstances. It was our generation that needed to be changed in order to survive in this changed world.

The government decided we needed to be reeducated. The department of Re-education was created, in a day, and Gayze was appointed the head of it. Reeducation was not home schooling and it was not done by AI, that meant it was either too important or not important at all.

There were many high schools sitting empty in every town in America. These became reeducation schools. Different schools for boys and girls where we would be born again to be able to survive in the AI dominated world.

There was a major emphasis on teaching and enforcing traditional values. This is where Map Gayze's influence showed the most. Gayze had originally been a congressman and he had almost been impeached for paying young sugarbabies for sex and lobbying. At the time is was a huge scandal now being a sugarbaby is one of the few good jobs left. Gayze survived that scandal without an indictment and never apologized. I had to respect that because he was true to his principals even if people thought he was sus.

Gayze is part of the new political generation. They have absolute fealty to the President a kind of open structured social conservative outlook peppered with a highly flexible morality which can be libertarian, nationalist, ultra conservative, agnostic whatever the argument calls for. There's also a constant buff of cynical aggressive humor, if a paradox is revealed they push in with rough humor and cover it. They are a highly evolved species, you are not going to change them they hold multiple truths in their head at once.

Their intellect was developed in schools but also alongside rabbit caverns of disinformation and tidal waves of spin. Most importantly their worldview is borne of a life that has luxuriated in hardcore porn, video games and anime. They love anime which has given them a permanent fetish for Asian females.

This has worked for my favor as my parents are both from China. I am, in every way, the picture of a fit Asian American 20 year old girl. I'm 5'8" with a long torso C-cup breasts and a nice round ass that shows the American in Asian American. I have shoulder length dark brown hair with some blondish highlights in it. All my stuff is expensive and it looks good. I go for quality items in neutural color pallets nothing I rock is gaudy or flashy. I have full lips and almond shaped eyes. I'm not thicc or skinny, I don't look like those glued together stick girls that some Asian chicks look like, all bones, some fake titties, and BBL, I look like I can take a cock without breaking. I love getting fucked.

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MY RE-EDUCATION SCHOOL IS #1

The word privilege takes on a different meaning when the quality of life goes down for everyone. Before privilege might have meant nicer clothes or fancy cars but for now I was just happy to be assigned to the best reeducation school.

It is clear that there is segregation and preferences in the school assignments. I'm not saying all the Asian girls in my town go to my school but all the hot ones do. I'm definitely assigned to the hot girl school.

The school is filled with the hottest girls in my city age 18-22. And it is the nicest school, it was an upscale suburban high school before it got shut down.

I didn't want to go the reeducation school I had a year in college and wanted to work, I stayed at my parents house and looked for something any work. There was nothing.

When the reeducation schools opened it was basically an opportunity to do something, anything. The future feels like most people will be basically on some kind of welfare once they work it out but these reeducation schools are giving us the ability to be trained to thrive in the new future, whatever that is.

The courses at the school vary, some are educational classes, but there's also hygiene, lifestyle and physical fitness classes. The concept is how to thrive in the new world. Of course here you can see the heavy influence of Gayze and his ilk. The classes are heavily centered on traditional female roles such as looking good, being fit, developing a range of feminine skills that will keep us relevant in a fast paced world.

Sometimes the reeducation school feels like a spa or heath club. There is a lot of working out, a lot of attention to our looks and different mandated beauty treatments.

No matter how many beauty treatments we get the Reeducation School is definitely a government program that is administered by an unconstrained authoritarian government. There are rules and there are the enforcers of the rules. We play along, we are scared about what happens to us when we don't.

The teachers in the school are also all women, and they are also all hot. Some are just a few years older than us and all are stunningly hot for their age. They teach us with a confused, angry vigor. I can tell that the rules and curriculum are often changing for them and sometimes they are making things up on the spot. I can also see that they are scared to fail, scared of their superiors.

Regardless we are assigned to this school and completing it is the best bad option we have.

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MY FIRST WEEK IN RE-EDUCATION SCHOOL

My first week I was sorted into a class of about twenty girls, we take different classes, sometimes we get split up or mixed with a larger groups. We had classes, examinations, we had our brows done. Classes on how to shave our legs. And lots of gym classes. For some reason we do an hour a day of playing with dolls, tea parties, its fucking stupid they make us play house, its important to them that when we play house there is a mommy and a daddy. They make us dress each other up for those.

To me reeducation school felt like something that was happening to someone else, like a dumb show that I would just binge and think of other stuff. That was until the day I was targeted.

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THE DAY I WAS TARGETED

The day they started paying attention to me was beautiful warm fall day. We were out on the sports field in our shorts and tee-shirts. Each with matching calf high white socks and white grass stained sneakers. We wore grey sweat shorts and tight blue tee-shirts. They made us tie our hair back when we exercised.

They had us running laps, playing "on the bus off the bus", where we ran up, did tricep dips on the bleachers and then ran back on the field and did sit-ups.

It was sweaty and horrible they had us running and sweating. Doing burpies, throwing ourselves onto the grass and pushing up. We were all sweating and tired.

I was still breathing hard when I got back to the locker room I was so tired and dirty. I wanted to drink everything in my water bottle and refill it and drink it again.

I was by my locker guzzling when the gym coach "Ms. Jessica" came up to me with a few of my classmates walking behind her looking at me. They had sinister amused looks on their faces.

"Chen, put that water down", you know they are serious when they call you by your last name.

I put the water in my locker and closed it.

"You looked a little floppy out there Chen" she said rudely and assertively.

Coach Jessica was a few inches taller than me and maybe eight years older than me, ancient basically. Still she was all blonde tan thin muscle in a tight athletic outfit, all black with a blue stripe down the side. She had a belt over the spandex outfit and had a little pouch attached to it, she kept who knows what in there, it looked like a utility belt on a superhero.

Her wavy blonde hair was perfect despite the fact that she had been yelling at us in the sun for an hour, there must have been so much product in it. Her makeup was perfect. She stood directly in front of me staring down at me, leaning forward, she was less than a foot away from me.

She had that bitchy-look, that combination of thick lips and thin facial features. That thing about her eyes where the eyelids on the insides of her eye were sunken it made her eyes look so round, like she had such low bodyfat she was just skin and eyes.

Her eyes twitched as she took me in, cataloguing everything she saw wrong with me. Perfect eye makeup too, white eye shadow looked so sporty on her, it would look cheap others.

She glared at me those bitchy blue eyes were piercing my soul. Intimidated, I lowered my eyes past her smirking lips and down the nape of her neck.

I couldn't help but look into her cleavage, round breasts, bigger than mine, tight and perky balls that looked like the most expensive implants under flawless white tanned skin.

I watched one single drop of sweat run down her neck in between her breasts and imagined it running along her tight stomach, inches away from me, running past her abs into her tight and perfectly sculpted belly button.

"Did you hear me?" she interrupted me, pulled me out of the fog I was in.

"I thought I was keeping up alright, I wasn't the slowest girl"

"Well that's what we aspire for isn't it, a step up from failure!" She poked me with her manicured finger right into the chest above my heart. Her nail dug into the skin by my breast. It felt like she lingered for a second before pressing just a bit harder and taking her finger away, scraping slightly at my chest as she did. "Do you want to fail?"

"No"

"No what?"

"No way?"

She slapped me then. I've never been slapped by an adult or anybody really. She slapped me in my tit and it hurt but it was just more shocking than painful. It was humiliating because she was showing she could touch me anywhere. But there was also this complete rudeness to it, like 'you're so below me I won't even bother to raise my hand to your face and make a show of it. I'm just going to slap your tit and hurt you.'

"Don't cover up!"

I didn't even realize I was holding my breast where she hit me.

"If I want to discipline you, I'll discipline you, put your hands behind your back, hold your wrists."

I did it and she grabbed both my nipples through my shirt. Pinching them so hard going right over my softly padded bra (I have sensitive nipples and they pop out so I wear bras with padding to cover them up cause they won't stop). She held and twisted. I yelled out in pain and my knees buckled. For a moment she was holding me up by my nipples as my knees went out from the shock. I made a pitiful sound and regained my posture.

She lifted up on my nipples and forced me onto my tip toes. She pulled me close to her, her face was inches from mine I could smell the cherry gum on her breath, I could smell the sporty perfume that she covered herself in at 6AM so she could be in the sun all day and still smell like flowers, I knew she sprayed in on the inside of her thighs too, I just knew it.

Twisted my nipples again and I moaned in pain as she pulled me closer, my forehead against the her shoulder, my face in her neck. She was whispering and yelling at the same time. She had an intimate silky intonation but she was projecting loud enough that every girl in the locker room could hear and they were all watching.

"Keep your hands behind your back."

"Yes"

"Yes what"

"Yes I will"

Now she struck my face. A hard slap and then she held her hand there, she was so strong, her nails were so nice, her hands were so smooth. She squeezed my cheeks and rotated her fingers so all her nails dug into my face, she turned my mouth and head directly towards her and looked into my eyes close just an inch away from me. I could feel the spit from her mouth as she talked.

"Yes Mam. When you address me you call me Mam. Understood"

"Yes Mam" I was finally getting it. Also my pussy was alerted. I don't know if this was her intention but I have incredibly sensitive nipples, I am a pretty introverted person and being touched like this, roughly and bossed around it was doing it for my body. Mentally I hated it, I wanted to fucking die right there but my body had decided that this was really fucking hot and it didn't help that she still had one of my nipples in her hand.

"Keep your hands behind your back. Are you holding your wrists?

"Yes mam"

Now she was talking in more soothing conversational tones she even had lowered the volume a little bit.

"Good girl. I want you to understand that you have to address me properly, when you don't address me in the right way, its like you're spitting in my face. Has anyone ever spit in your face before?"

"No mam"

"Do you want me to spit in your face"

"No Mam"

"Well I think it's important for your education, your reeducation that you know what it's like to have someone spit in your face. So you don't forget.

She had her hands on my chest now and was caressing my shoulders, rubbing my chest and shoulders moving my body around, moving my head, caressing my neck, teasing my posture, watching me, watching me squirm and making sure I couldn't steel myself in one position. Was this whore actually going to

She put her hands back on my breasts, her fingers idly playing with the bra straps through the t-shirt. She had to feel the changes in my body, how hard my nipples were, she could tell that I was breathing fast.

"Good posture... stand firm, push your chest out. Better now Ask me to spit in your face.

"Will you spit in my face mam" this fucking bitch.

"Ah ah ah, ask nicely"

"Will you please spit in my face mam?

All of the girls were watching me and giggling with each other.

"Open your mouth" I opened my mouth a little bit, "Look at me"

Fuck it, I brashly brought my eyes up to meet her gaze. As soon as I met her eyes she spit in my face, right on my nose basically. A bit in my eyes but basically just a lot of spit on my whole face. Her eyes were alive, she was so enjoying this, I could tell she was tingling displaying her power over me.

"Do you like it?"

"No Mam"

"Of course you don't, it feels bad to be disrespected doesn't it?

"Yes mam"

Yes mam what"

"It feels bad"

Now she was so close to me, punctuating her words with different pokes and caresses of my body, repositioning me, her single nail in the small of my back and some pushing against my chest pushed my posture up. then she turned my head slightly, like evaluating something she was considering purchasing, watching the spit on my face. I was so wet. If she would have taken those pointy nails and grabbed my pussy and twisted it like she had grabbed my nipples I would have cum right there.

"You see now Evelyn. Being... disrespected... ", she spoke closely and intimately to me, when she said "disrespected" her intonations made it sound like a foreign word. Then she changed completely and screamed right in my face " HURTS!" she took both hands and slapped down on my chest and breasts. She really was strong whatever basic-bitch palates or weight training she did was clearly paying off, fuck that hurt.

The pain was sudden and all encompassing. I let out a groan and fell to my knees. My hands falling in front of me.

"Good stay on your knees. Toes, knees, hands on the floor! Legs together! Ass up! Head up! Perky, good dog that's the position. Head up. I want to see those bushy eyes!" I noticed that she had positioned me so my head was at the perfect height and angle for me to eat her pussy, if she would step forward all I would have to do was open my mouth and it was perfectly lined up.

Here I was on the concrete floor of this old high school locker room, half the fluorescents were dead, the room originally set up for a hundred or so high school kids was now occupied with a two dozen girls in between the ages of 18-22 and one 28 year old high class slut in charge of us all. Our future had been erased, our opportunity had evaporated and we had been dressed up like porn vid schoolgirls and forced to exercise in the sun until we were soaked.

Here I was, the hot duckling. The unpopular girl in the class of all hot chicks. Not part of the group, the odd girl out with the perky tits and the great hair, here I was on my hands and knees face to face with some choice ass blonde pussy and there wasn't shit I could do about it. This ho was the boss fr.

I sniffled and sobbed involuntarily as I realized I was looking at the floor, the patterns of the glazed concrete under my perfectly manicured nails.

"Pick your head up"

I guess I had kinda blanked out and had a stress attack and put my head down.

Coach Jessica stood above me and said "Slut" like it was my name.

The girls giggled as she said it.

Great I was Slut now. And, yep, my pussy tightened when she called me that.

"Pick your head up"

As I looked up at her with tears in my eyes (my body was crying now for sure, tears were just coming out) she spit on me again.

"Keep looking at me" She walked closer to me, her midsection right in my face. In the light, up-close, I could see the outline of her panties under the spandex of her pants. I could make out the tight bulges of her pussylips, controlled in the workout gear but so close to me: just through the pants, then just some thin fabric that no doubt fit her body perfectly. I could see just a tiny bit of skin where her stretchy pants ended and her stretchy top began.

She took my chin in her hand and made me look up at her face directly. Now when she touched me she just moved me like an object, there was no kindness in her touch. In this view I was seeing her with her flat stomach and perfect tits and then her hair and her face on top of it all. Her face looked so far away.

"You have some spit running down your face, taste it" I gingerly took my tongue and ran it on my lip.

"What does it taste like"

"It tastes like cherry"

"What's that?

"Your spit tastes like cherry mam"

"Damn right it does" She squatted so she was face to face with me and looked me dead in the eye her botox lips were millimeters away from my lips now, perfect lipstick, perfect teeth. She whispered, looking dead at me "Its not the only thing that tastes like cherry."

She ran a finger down the side of my nose getting more spit and tears and held it in front of my mouth.

"Taste"

I went forward to put her finger in my mouth and suck on it and she quickly slapped me with her other hand, more playfully this time but it still hurt.

"Whoa greedy, wow you really are ready to suck hu?"

"She tried to deepthroat the finger", I head one of the girls joke, more giggles

"Lick, taste it, no sucking slut." Again my pussy tightened instinctively. This was the first time somebody had spit on me and called me a slut, it was working. I put my tongue out and licked the spit off the finger. She smiled and watched me like watching an amazing world in a microscope. She took two fingers and started at my forehead and ran them down my face, over my right eye forcing it to close for a second, again she fed me her spit from her fingers and watched me while I ate it.

"Tell me you like the taste of my spit"

"I love the taste of your spit mam"

"You want me to spit on you again"

"Yes mam please spit on my face again"

She took a breath and made a face preparing to spit on me, I braced myself and held her gaze, holding my breath. But she suddenly smiled jokingly, he eyes lit up at her own humor. She made a big exaggerated grin and the girls all chuckled again.

"Ha greedy, you want it too much now. You can wait."

"Yes mam"

"Yes mam what?"

"Yes mam I'll wait for you to spit on me"

"Good girl. Now lets get to the task at hand. Arielle come here." with all of the spitting and slapping and kneeling on the floor like a fucking slutty dog I had forgotten about the girls around us in the locker room, there were definitely less here now than at first when there were twenty or so, girls had gone off to the showers or their next class. But Arielle was here, maybe 5'1" some kind of Latina flavor of a girl. Thick brown hair in a kind of bob style cut, thick bangs. Dark hair on white skin. Built like a little action figure, tight thighs, plump calves. Her breasts pushing against her tight tee shirt were pretty small but existed, you could tell her young body was all tight muscle now, her rib-cage was evident you could see every rib and how her stomach went in below it, her belly had no fat at all.

"Stand here dear" Coach made Arielle stand directly in front of me she stood impatiently in front of me "What do you see about her legs?" Arielle now did a kind of modeling shifting her weight from foot to foot, I could see the fine hairs on her legs growing back, I guess she had leg waxing assigned in a day or so, they were so thin now. The way her thigh muscles went into her knee muscles the knee high white socks framing her beautiful small claves and little strong ankles, she looked so clean even thought she had some dirt on her from the exercises in the yard she was like a hot chick character from a video game and the dirt was drawn on a decoration to highlight her sexiness. "What do you see about her that's different than you?"

"Her legs are really nice?"

"Oh don't sell yourself short sugarplum" she slapped the back of my left thigh hard and left her hand there, her claws groping me and working into the inside of my thigh. "You've got great legs" Her hand was really enjoying creeping on the inside of my leg, now she started teasing the back of my legs with her nails opening and closing her hands, I'm sure my legs were shaking while i was there on my hands and knees with my sexy ass bitch blonde gym coach teasing my humiliated spit covered body while she paraded this hot ass 19 year old in front of me. I could see Arielle's pussy in her shorts.

She could tell what I was looking at. See it yet?" She asked with a giggle "Arielle turn around, let her try to figure it out from the back.

Arielle turned around giggling and kind of pushed out her ass and did a little jiggle, I didn't really jiggle much it was pretty muscular, years of field hockey or breaking or maybe a four story walkup had made this ass.

"Look closer" I leaned in.

"Closer!" She snapped as she pushed the back of my head so my face went right into Arielle's ass.

My nose right between her cheeks. It was so warm and soft in the sweatpants material.

I could feel her thong against my nose. I could smell her ass and her sweaty pussy. It smelled so good I knew exactly how it would taste to eat her from behind.

"Arielle pigeon you heels out so Evelyn can really see."

Arielle went up on her toes and opened her heels.

Coach was laughing now, pushing the back of my neck so my face was basically lost inside of this girls asshole. I was fucking ridiculous, and then she took her other hand and pushed the girls pelvis backwards towards my face. "Push back" she said to her and Airelle arched her back and pushed back a bit. I swear my nose was going up her asshole through the sweat shorts and her underwear.

"She's going to drown" one of the girls giggled

I did kind of start breathing heavy there was less air and I had to struggle to breathe

"I think she's suffocating" Arielle said, it was the first time I ever heard her talk, she had a bitchy fucking inflection.

"Nooo, she's just enjoying being a good dog for you Arielle, you should be honored, this is how bitches greet each other.

"Shes fucking up my shorts"

The coach pulled me back, out of the 19 year olds ass, by my hair and I took a breath. I was on my knees now, coach pulled me back as my eyes adjusted to the new found light, I opened my mouth and breathed deeply.

"See anything yet" The coach went on with her quiz. "Turn around again Arielle"

She turned around again she had such a look of contempt on her face.

"Notice anything different about her than you?"

"Her ass is so nice"

"So is yours slut, stop fishing for compliments." I looked at her confused and she quickly said. "Oh look all the spit is gone" And spit right in my face. Then still holding me by my hair she rotated my head up at Arielle. "You want?" she said to her offering my face as this bitchy little whores personal spittoon.

Arielle smiled and slowly bent over so her face was close to mine and looked right in my eyes as she spit on my face.

"Say thank you Arielle"

"Thank you Arielle", I could taste the fucking vape cartridge in her spit, bitch was nas.

Now wipe your face, she pushed my spit covered face into Arielle's crotch "Oh godammit" she complained

"Do as your told, push forward let her wipe her face on your pussy, it's your job to help your classmates."

As before she pushed me into her but this time my mouth and nose were against Arielle's pussy through her shorts, the coach twisted my face back and forth so my nose rubbed back and forth against the girls pussy.

"This is fucking gross" she said, but I could feel her clit was hard and I could see the goose bumps on her thighs. Coach Jessica held me there for a while, just basically using me like a doll or a toy. Then she pulled me back.

"See anything yet"

"No?"

She pulled me up by my hair on the back of my head.

"Look at her shorts"

I looked at her sweatpants they looked almost spray painted on, the drawstring was tight across her minuscule waist and the legs of the shorts were so tight and ended at the top of her thigh.

Now look at yours

I looked at mine, I've always had a kind of modest style, I wear loose bottoms and tight tops, enough to show that I have a nice figure and flat belly but not so much to draw attention or look like a slut. My shorts are an extension of that, they were lose around my thighs.

"The dress code of the reeducation school gym module is very specific." Coach Jessica's eyes rolled back slightly as she recalled the statute, "'No student shall have any garment that allows any cylindrical object such as a finger or hot dog to penetrate inwards past the cloth and gape the protected lower second holes array for natural girls'" her eyes returned to this world and she had a look of pride at remembering the rule that sounded as if it had been co-written by cocaine "That is a direct quote from the law rule book."

"Arielle come over here" Coach pulled Arielle next to her she rested her hand calmly on her lower back as they smiled at me. I knew she was running her nails along her back, teasing and digging into her flesh. I knew Arielle's ass was tingling from how coach was teasing her.

"Now Evelyn" She walked up to me slowly, a long model walk, one foot far in front of the other, toes first, she walked up to me. "Your drawstring is good, its tied nice and tight, lets keep it that way"

She was right in front of me and ran her fingers over my hips and tummy before gingerly taking one string from the drawstring in each hand. She gently pulled the bow open and put one string from the drawstring in each of my hand.

"Hold these, hard in your first, like this." She positioned the stings in my hand so they were sticking out of the bottom of my fists.

"Now pull, hard" she pushed my fists upward and outward, the effect was the string tightening around my waist very painfully the strings were being pulled in the opposite direction by my hands so I was pulling this nylon string tight around me squishing my tummy, biting into my flesh. It hurt and it turned me on so much, my clit was huge and swollen.

"Stay like that. Now Arielle try to see how many fingers you can fit into the legs of her shorts." All the girls were watching and grinning now.

"And one more thing Evelyn" She leaned into me very seriously and spoke very menacingly.

"You... better... not... be... turned.... on by this. "

This was an insane statement because I thought it was pretty fucking clear that i was liquidated and basically about to die from how fucking turned on i was, clearly she knew it.

I had no idea what was going on.

"Yes mam, I'm not"

"You promise? " She twisted my nipples again for emphasis of the seriousness of the question.

"Yes mam I'm not turned on " If she had slapped me in the face right then I would have cum myself without any contact on my pussy.

"Good. Go ahead Arielle." She gave her a conspiratorial wink.

Arielle stood next to me and reached around my back and started on the outside of my thigh, tickling me with her nails too as she put one finger inside my shorts at my hip then sliding that finger around the front of my legs she added a second finger inside my shorts leg and then around the side turning her hand outward she put the tips of all four fingers under the leg of my shorts and trailed her hand around to my butt. then she moved to cup my butt, her hands under my shorts. Then she did the same thing on the other leg and kept her hands there, teasing me. All her fingers were around my panties inside of the legs of my shorts.

"10 hot dogs, and room for more" Arielle giggled. She had the tips of all ten fingers inside my shorts legs.

"Maybe you should take off your shoes and we can try your toes too", I guess my shorts are like super funny or something.

I know right" Arielle replied casually joking as she moved her fingers around under my shorts. Arielle was a student in reeducation school but now when she was talking to the coach it was like they were two mechanics working on an car, they had turned me into an object.

Suddenly Arielle stood bolt upright like she got an electric shock and pulled her hands out

"Omg she fucking soaking"

"She is?"

"Yea her pussy is drenched.

"Evelyn?" Coach said seriously, moving one hand from my nipples to my chin and turning my face towards her, holding my gaze while she tortured my nipple with her other hand for emphasis "Is your pussy soaking?"

"No mam its just sweat, I swear"

"Bullshit she's got a wet pussy!"

"Arielle put your finger in there and show me"

"No way I'm not getting that stuff all over my hands, have someone else do it.

"Your a quitter"

"No she's a lesbo slut and I don't want to get it on me"

"Sonia, come over here"

From behind me Sonia came over, she was 6' tall Asian, slim, likely Thai, she was obviously a volleyball player, beautiful face, immaculately composed neat features, long brown hair in a ponytail.

"Sonia put your finger inside Evelyn and show me if it's wet pussy or sweat

"Yes mam"

Sonia was strong and had a commanding presence. She put one hand on my hip to hold me in place and took her other hand pressing against the small of my back to make sure I was positioned properly.

Things had taken a sinister turn, what would happen to me if I was turned on? There had been new initiatives for gay and transgender people recently. There were special camps, new curriculum. Suddenly I was very happy where I was. Change in this new world was never good.

Sonia made a point of closing her hand, she had two long fingers out, we all had such nice nails.

"No stop", I pleaded

Coach wasn't having any of it. "Shut up Slut, and don't let go of those strings!" She was looking at me.

Suddenly her expression had a new dimension. I realized she wasn't enjoying molesting me and turning me on, she had been tricking me. She was a detective now, she was catching some kind of criminal.

It was a frame up, I wasn't turned on by these hos before this bitch started spitting on me and calling me a slut. I just wanted to get out of here, I just wanted to be released, my hands hurt from pulling the strings, I could tell the skin on my tummy was going to have the liney pattern of the strings embedded into it.

Sonia put her right hand up under my shorts legs and brushed against my panties, then she took them out and slapped me between my thighs, total businesslike.

"Spread your legs" her hand went back up my shorts from the rear.

"Lean forward. Push your butt out" she had some kind of accent, eastern European or South Asian, her commands were curt and indisputable.

"No" I protested weakly

She pulled my panties aside and I felt the top of her finger run along the length of my soaking wet thick engorged pussy, I basically came right there, I needed it so fucking bad.

"No" I was now begging

Then she rotated her hand slightly and put her finger against my rear opening, the moisture from my wet pussy gave her enough lube to force her finger into my asshole.

"nooo" now I was just saying words while I was cumming my ass off.

"Shut up, take it, push back so she can get a good sample. " Coach Jessica was grinning and slid her hands down to my hips and was pushing me back into Sonia's finger. From the coach's angle she couldn't see Sonia was in my asshole and not my pussy.

I closed my eyes and pretended to cry in anger and shame but I was actually cumming so fucking hard from the penetration, I pushed back and pretended to sob with my eyes closed as a thrust by ass back on her finger. It felt like Sonia played along finger fucked me as subtly as she could without letting on to the coach. I lost track of time and slightly blacked out I'm sure it was only a few seconds but it felt like I came for a minute. When I "came back to consciousness" my ears were ringing, it was a fade up from golden black.

"So?" Coach said calmly while I realized the situation. Sonia's finger was in my asshole, but now it was calm, it was just in there. Her other hand that had been holding my hip had subtly moved it still looked about the same position but her palm was against the top of my pussy and probably with all the sobbing and screaming I was doing she had been able to touch me right on my clit, that's why I came so hard I guess. I had dropped the strings there were tears on my face, the coach was looking at me so amused.

She moved my hair back over my shoulders and over my ear like I was her little doll. She looked at me like the last bite of the most delicious appetizer finished before a long awaited meal. I was dead. Outted as a lesbian, about to be carted off to some kind of concentration camp for trannies.

She turned her eyes to Sonia, I could lean forward and kiss her, I cold kiss the gym coach on her soft mushy filler filled lips. I could see her eyes focus on Sonia. "Is it sweat or pussyjuice?"

Sonia pulled her finger out. I groaned feeling it come out, it hurt coming out, it felt like a bandaid coming off, my asshole had become used to her skinny cold finger. She held the finger up, it was not glistening like it would if it was covered in wet slippery pussy juice.

"Sweat" she said authoritatively.

Coach raised an eyebrow at me "Lucky you, dodged a bullet today. I thought you were a horny lesbo slut, but it turns out you are just dumb. Clean her finger and thank her. "

I turned to Sonia, I wanted to punch this bitch who had just violated me. She looked at me with an almost indistinguishable expression, was there the slightest amusement in her eyes? Did she have hole-confusion? What was going on here?

I had been in Business school before this whole thing went down, I could still give a valid corporate inflection, and I did.

"Thank you Sonia" I said like she had just given a zoom presentation that no one listened to with a little smirk on my face that could have been mockery or perfect corporate manners.

The second I finished her name she stuck the finger in my mouth. My mouth was open from talking and when she stuck it in I started sucking, it was an involuntary reaction (godammit).

She stuck it deep and she put her other hand on the small of my back, not forcing me onto her finger but it was a clear threat. If I tried to move my body back she would fucking gag me, Sonia watched me closely as she fucked my mouth with her finger.

"Good sucking Evelyn!" Coach laughed and started to compose herself stepping back and looking around the room.

Sonia's hand on my back tingled as she playfully touched me while at the same time she was starting at me inches away and fucing my mouth with her finger, she would go deep, and my throat would hurt from her nail so I would have to open my throat and I would look up at her in panic and she would stare at me with amusement and then stick her finger deeper. Deeper and deeper she fucked my mouth and forced me to open my mouth and throat to fit her hand in.

Then she would pull her finger back, right when I was getting used to having my throat fucked like that she would pull her finger back, and make me involuntarily open my mouth a big and suck on her finger, licking the bottom of her finger while it was partway in, trying to entice it back into my throat. By this point I knew that every time I would look up from the daze of being expertly throat fucked she would be staring at me. It was clear she was getting off on it.

"Can I leave now, this is fucking gross" Arielle had been watching, I could see her hard nipples.

"Yes thanks for your help Arielle, you were invaluable"

"No problem", she said to Coach Jessica, then she smiled at me as she left "Your pussy smells like shit". She winked at me with the most perfect brows and basically skipped out of the locker room.

THE END OF CHAPTER 1

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You must be a perv if you read this whole thing. Being a perv is awesome. Thanks for reading.

Future Chapters will be shorter I'm seeing now that I need to build in chapter breaks. I'll try to publish on some schedule. This is my first story.